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Briarsong sighed, touching her nose to Sunpelt shoulder. "Dont be such a worry wort! Its not like the time I sprained my paw, its just a nick. Dont be a mousebrain," She said, flicking her tail. Sunpelt twitched his whiskers. "That time was bad, and you know it," He purred, back in his usual good mood. He rolled onto his back, stretching his belly in the sunlight. Sighing in satisfaction, he rolled back over. "This is a good day, this is definitely a good day," He purred, looking over at the river. "Sometimes I wonder what its like to swim." He murmured. Briarsong nodded, knowing the feeling.

Briarsong and Sunpelt had disregarded what Sootfeather had said leaving the bright eyed warrior feeling very annoyed. Instead they had moved on to what it would feel like to swim. "It feels wet and cold and dark," she said, not letting anger prick its way into her voice. "How do you know?," Sunpelt asked. "Because that's how it looks," she said staring at the river beside them. "Wet and cold and dark." She pictured herself trying to swim, her legs kicking franticly, breathing in but not finding any air to breath, instead choking on icy water. She gasped out loud.

Briarsong laid her tail on the she-cats shoulder. She knew what the dark gray warrior was thinking about; drowning. She gave her a sympathetic look, understanding the feeling. Sunpelt watched the two she-cats, unsure of what exactly was happening. "Maybe, if you swam in a pond or a deep, slow stream, it would be kind of relaxing. Like.. flying, but while getting wet." She said gently, not taking her eyes off Sootfeather. "Wouldnt that be neat?" She asked, a dreamy look in her eyes. Sunpelt purred in agreement. "It would be great if thats how swimming felt." He said, his tail flicking about lazily.

At the thought of flying underwater, Sootfeather relaxed. She had always looked at birds and thought, Why can't I do that? But when she had asked her mother if she could be taught to fly she had said, "Sootkit, don't be silly. Cats will never learn to fly." Now this thought of flying underwater intrigued her. Maybe swimming wasn't such a bad idea after all. But not in the river. Sootfeather glanced at the dark, churning water and shivered. No, defiantly not in the river. She turned back to Sunpelt. "Yeah," she mewed. "Yeah it would."

Sunpelt layed back, stretched out on his side with his head resting against Briarsong's shoulder. "Do you ever wonder what the other clans are doing right now?" He murmured. Briarsong could feel the vibrations of his voice on her shoulder. "What if there was a group of warriors, laying down and relaxing, saying the exact same thing right now?" Briarsong meowed, picturing a group of warriors lazing around outside of their camp, just like they were. It was an interesting idea, to say the least.

Sootfeather doubted that Sunpelt's idea could actually be true, but she didn't say so out loud. She didn't think it was possible that different cats in a different place could be doing the exact same thing they were at the exact same time. Her eyes scanned the horizon and she realized the sun was sinking lower and lower in the sky, almost touching the earth. Sootfeather stood up and stretched her long legs. Then she turned to the sunset. It was pink and red, promising good weather for the next day. Without taking her eyes off it she said, "I'm gonna head back to camp, now. How about you guys?"

Sunpelt nodded, but didnt move. Briarsong rolled her eyes. "It'll take a minute for that plump old cat to get up," She said, twitching her whiskers. She tried to move the tom, but couldnt. She huffed, and Sunpelt purred. "You know very well you cant push me around," He murmured at her, causing her to stop trying. "I want to finish watching the sunset." He said, leaning back a little harder. Briarsong sighed. "I guess we'll come back a bit later," She resigned herself to being stuck under the tom until the sun had gone completely down.

As soon as Sootfeather got back she went to the fresh-kill pile. The only things left were two of the mice she had caught and a plump magpie. Taking the Magpie off the pile she trotted over to a quiet corner. After plucking off the feathers, she ate the bird in a few famished bites. There was a sliver of sun left above the horizon and it was sinking fast. Sootfeather wondered when Briarsong and Sunpelt would get back. She had had fun with them today especially hunting with Briarsong and lying beside the river, talking until sunset. Her mouth opened into an enormous yawn. Cats were retreating into their dens to sleep. The dark gray warrior considered waiting for her friends to return but decided against it. She would probably be on the dawn patrol and needed to sleep. She padded groggily into the warrior's den, careful not to wake her already sleeping clanmates, clambered into her nest, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

Once the sun had sunk below the horizon and the stars were lighting the world, Sunpelt stood and shook out his pelt. Briarsong followed suit, and they began to make their way back to camp, pelts brushing, talking softly. When they neared camp they fell quiet so they wouldnt wake their clanmates. Slipping into the warrior's den, Brairsong laid down in her nest, one that was not so far from Sunpelt. She looked over at him, blinking a goodnight. He waved his tail, and then curled up to sleep. Briarsong got comfortable and slipped off to sleep almost immediately.

Sootfeather woke early, determined not to be late for the dawn patrol. She saw Briarsong and Sunpelt curled up in their nests, fast asleep.I wonder when they got back,she thought. The camp was silent as she slipped out of the warrior's den. No one else was awake yet, so she waited silently for the rest of the patrol to get up. Who's coming with me?,she wondered. As the sun slowly began to rise, the most of the patrol came out of their dens. "We still need one more cat," the green eyed warrior said to them.

Briarsong woke up and stretched. Sun was beginning to filter into the den. She could tell that it was dawn She gave her calico pelt a quick grooming before leaving her nest. She touched her nose to a sleeping Sunpelt's ear on her way out of the den. He didnt stir. Once out of the den, she stretched again, this time more fully because she wasnt cramped by the den walls. The sun on her fun helped wake her up more, and she spotted Sootfeather and a patrol lingering in the camp. "Need another cat?" She called, trotting toward them energetically.

Seeing Briarsong approach from the warrior's den, Sootfeather's eyes brightened. "Yeah, come on," she said, wanting to get on with the patrol. Maybe we'll go to Fourtrees,she thought hopefully. As the patrol stepped out of camp, Sootfeather felt the grass under her paws, wet with melted frost. Looking up, she realized they were headed toward the Shadowclan border. I guess that's okay too, she thought, not letting it discourage her. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of dry leaves. Sunlight drained through a break in the trees, making Sootfeather's dark gray pelt shimmer. Today is going to be a good day, she thought.

Briarsong trotted amiably along with the patrol, just happy to be along and have something to do outside of camp for once. She moved quietly alongside her clanmates, tasting their scent and feeling the rhythms of life in the forest around them. It was pulsing with life despite the season. She could tell, today would be another good day. They were approaching the border, and the few cats who had been joking around together fell quiet, cautious of the clan on the other side of the scent line.

As they neared the Shadowclan border, the scent of pine washed over Sootfeather. She thought about what life was like for the Shadowclan cats. They had always seemed darker than other clans, kind of off-putting. She sniffed the scent line, making sure no cats had crossed it. They would be mouse-brained if they had, she thought. She left Thunderclan scent on the nearest patch of Hawthorn bushes. Realizing their work was done, she pointed in he direction of Fourtrees. "How about we head that way," she suggested. The rest of the patrol nodded in agreement, seeming happy that the young warrior had her own opinion about things. Or just amused, she thought. The senior warriors seemed to think Sootfeather was still an apprentice and were amused whenever she made a mistake. Luckily, there were other new warriors in the clan to be embarrassed with.

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Briarsong lingered for a moment, almost sure she could see a cat watching them on the other side. She flattened her ears in that direction, and then spun around to follow her patrol. She caught up easily. Trotting along with the other cats, she chatted easily with them, even answering the question that seemed scandalous. You and Sunpelt were out late, whats up with that? Briairsong meowed with laughter. "We were laying out by the river with Sootfeather. We stayed out a little later because he wanted to watch the sunset and ask me for advice about how he should go about getting an apprentice." Briarsong answered easily. She had already been a mentor, getting an apprentice barely two moons after Sunpelt and she had become warriors. She hadn't thought she was ready, and neither had the senior warriors, but Quailpaw, now Quailfur, had needed a mentor as energetic as she was. The apprentice had become a good warrior, but was now in the nursery nursing her first litter of kits.

Trotting along the edge of the scent line, Sootfeather was happy that they were headed to Fourtrees. She picked up her pace until she was just behind the leader of the patrol. She could hear the other cats behind her questioning Briarsong about her and Sunpelt coming back to camp late last night. She purred with amusement. The cats of Thunderclan sure seem to gossip a lot lately, the green eyed warrior thought, stopping to give her chest fur a few licks. She looked behind at her clanmates wanting to hear why Briarsong and Sunpelt had stayed behind at the river instead of coming back to camp with Sootfeather. The she cat listened to the conversation catching that Sunpelt had wanted to watch the sunset and needed advice from Briarsong. Hardly the cat I would go to for advice, Sootfeather thought. Shaking out her dark gray pelt, she continued down the path to Fourtrees.

"Sootfeather was actually with us up until that point. And I ended up telling him that he would have to wait until he was assigned one," She shrugged, "Its not like I asked for such a pawfull." The cats she was talking to meowed with laughter, no doubt recalling one memory or another when a young Quailfur had gotten underpaw. Briarsong did miss being a mentor, but they didn't have many apprentices anyway. She twitched her ears, remembering that she was supposed to take a warrior with her and help their medicine cat collect herbs later in the day.

As the patrol approached Fourtrees, Sootfeather dropped back next to the other gossiping she-cats. Her bright green eyes scanned the leaf covered ground for movement. None. It's probably to cold for prey, she thought. The air was crisp and cool, hinting that they were getting deeper into leaf-fall. "I think we're good here," someone called. Sootfeather looked up. She realized that the rest of the patrol had already finished. Feeling ashamed that she hadn't helped at all, she started back to camp, the other cats close behind.

Briarsong trotted easily along with the patrol. Even though most of the warriors alongside her were feeling tired from dawn border patrol, she felt refreshed and energized. Who is going to help me collect herbs? She wondered, glancing around the forest. I hope no one too crabby. She found it hard to be around cats with sour attitudes. as they slipped into camp, Briarsong looked around. "I need a cat to come and help gather herbs with me.. Any cat feel up to it?" She called, her voice loud enough to be heard through most of the main clearing of camp.

Sootfeather looked up at Briarsong. Why is she doing so much of the medicine cat stuff if she's a warrior?," she thought. She should just ask to be apprenticed as one. She continued to groom her ruffled fur, expecting Sunpelt to volunteer, but the tom was enjoying a mouse in a corner of the camp, not paying any attention Briarsong. Oh great, she thought, looking around at the other cats. I'm gonna have to go with her. Stretching her long legs she stood up. "I guess I'll come with."

Feathertail looked up from eating her thrush, realizing that someone needed to help Sootfeather and Brisong pick herbs. She leaned forward devouring the rest of her thrush. Then, Feathertail stood up, licked her lips, and looked around making sure that nobody else would volunteer.The silver she-cat walked forward and asked Sootfeather if she could help pick herbs.

"Ummm....sure if you want to," Sootfeather answered slowly. She couldn't understand why any cat would want to do medicine cat chores. The green eyed she-cat was warrior through and through. I mean, I know we need medicine cats but I think it would be really boring, she thought. "But are you sure you really want to?," she asked, glancing warily at Briarsong.

"Not really but I saw you needed help," the silver she-cat answered. Can't she just go with it she should be happy I volunteered to go, Feathertail thought. But are you ready to leave? asked the silver she-cat.

Sootfeather was a bit taken aback at the annoyed look on Feathertail's face. If she doesn't want to go with me then she doesn't have to, the green eyed warrior thought, now feeling annoyed herself. No,she told herself. This is for Briarsong. I'll have to save being annoyed for later.She shook her dark gray pelt, forcing out a purr. Maybe Feathertail's just feeling a little grouchy right now. She'll be friendlier later. "Yeah I'm ready," Sootfeather replied. She trotted to the camp entrance and into the darkness of the thorn barrier.

Autumnfoot stared over at the herb collecting patrol. He wouldn't help unless he was asked directly. And besides, Why would I want to collect herbs? And he wasn't fond of being around other cats. He stretched in the sun, his brown tabby coat shining. Closing his amber eyes and sighing, he tried to sneak round to group of cats by the camp entrance to the camp unnoticed. He needed to get out. There was too much conversation.